More Parisian Images

After dinner, Mr. Oz and I nibbled a few cold ones.
The only problem with this size of beer is
that it makes me look like a gnome.

Oh, and it also takes very few of them to mess up my ability to re-fold a map.

A couple of bars later, and I was rapidly regressing toward a
state of mouthbreathing...

...while Mr. Oz was just hitting his stride.

Finding the door of our hotel locked
nearly broke my spirit.

During a short break from puking, Mr. Oz had the
wherewithal to immortalize this sleeping beauty.

Going back to my mundane life in Denmark.
Au revoir!